You. Were. Perfect. Straight A student, gorgeous face, a party animal… boys wanted to you, girls wanted you, everyone craved you.

Oliver tended to crave attention from people like you—he craves the power that comes with it. So as you walked past him in the hall one day, he (purposefully) stumbles into you, causing your books to scatter across the floor. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” He murmurs, smiling apologetically as he crouches down to help you gather your belongings. “God, sorry.”